People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The cannibal was also watching Patty.

Its human-like eyes moved slightly, its nostrils twitched, and it greedily sniffed the scents in the air.

It smelled a captivating aroma from the food.

It was the scent of some higher demon, a scent that held a fatal attraction for it.

It could sense that as long as it ate the food in front of it, ate her heart, and drank her blood, it would be able to complete some kind of unprecedented evolution!

But what puzzled it was...

Why is there no fear associated with this food?

It feeds on this, and fear is the best seasoning for its food.

Other foods emit a sweet aroma when they see it, but this food does not.

Seeing that she was not afraid, the cannibal turned his eyes to Scott, who had fallen to the ground in front of her.

Based on thousands of years of hunting experience, it is believed that when one food is destroyed in front of another, fear will be released like fermented wine.

"hiss--"

Its fleshy wings suddenly unfurled, propelling it high into the sky, where it hurtled straight toward Scott in the moonlight.

"No! Don't eat me! I have money!"

When Scott saw that the monster had its eyes on him, the fear deep in his soul made him completely lose his mind.

The instinct for survival sent a surge of adrenaline through his body. He scrambled to his feet and, instead of fleeing elsewhere, ran toward Patty, who was closest to him.

"Bitch! Block it!"

Scott's face was contorted with rage, revealing his ugly nature.

In an attempt to buy himself even a second to escape, he became so ruthless that he reached out and shoved Patty hard with both hands.

He tried to push the girl he had been pursuing relentlessly towards the monster, using her as his human shield.

but,

Patty is not the kind of delicate young lady.

Thanks to the quick reflexes and physical abilities she had developed while working alongside Dante, she was well-prepared.

The moment Scott made his move, she pushed Mikey aside, rolled over, and not only dodged Scott's vicious attack, but also drew and fired her gun during the roll.

"Bang!!"

Gunshots rang in my ears.

A flower of blood bloomed on the ogre's shoulder.

The impact caused it to lose its balance in mid-air and crash heavily onto the grass.

Mikey shakily got up and stared at the scene in disbelief.

Patty was kneeling on one knee, holding a delicate miniature pistol in her hand, with white smoke still rising from the muzzle.

This is a handgun she bought herself.

Her childhood experiences with demons have left her with a lingering trauma, so she commissioned a miniature pistol for self-defense.

However, everyone in the agency protected her very well afterward.

Although she always felt she would never need this thing in her life, she always carried it with her, never expecting it to come in handy today.

Seeing the monster lying motionless on the ground, Patty fired a few more shots from a distance.

"Click."

The sound of an empty magazine filled the air as Patty changed to a spare magazine and stepped forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

She switched to holding the gun with both hands, expressionless, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, firing at the head of the corpse on the ground until the entire magazine was empty, until the monster's head was completely smashed into an indistinguishable lump of mud.

Suren's usual nonsensical words flashed through her mind—

In this world, only truly dead monsters are good monsters. No matter what, always remember to finish them off.

"Click."

The familiar sound of an empty cargo hold rang out again.

Patty lowered the muzzle of her gun and took a deep breath.

"A gun...she actually had a gun?"

Scott, who was running away, stopped in his tracks. He stared blankly at the monster that had turned into a puddle of flesh on the ground.

Once safety was confirmed, the overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal instantly overwhelmed all fear.

Then, he remembered the moment he pushed Patty away, and a strong sense of guilt and embarrassment made his face turn red.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Once you get the gun, you'll have the power to speak, and everyone will have to listen to you!

Scott quickly returned to the battlefield, and to cover up his cowardice, he kicked the monster's corpse several times while cursing.

"You damned beast! You dare scare me? Die!"

After putting on his act, he turned around, straightened his clothes, and strode towards Patty:

"My God! Patty! You're amazing! I never knew you had this trick up your sleeve."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the gun from Patty's hand. "Um... the situation was too complicated just now. I was trying to distract it for you, but I probably lost my balance and bumped into you."

"Fortunately, you're safe now. This kind of dangerous thing could easily hurt you, so it's better to leave it to a man to keep safe."

Scott stared intently at the pistol in Patty's hand, as if it were a weapon of absolute power.

"Give it to me, Patty. I'm from the Hunting Club, I'll protect you..."

Patty gave him a cold look, her expression one of disgust: "Get out of my way."

Scott's hand froze in mid-air, looking embarrassed, before he finally withdrew it.

"Stop standing there, get out of here!"

Not far away, Kevin, having regained his senses, shouted.

As if waking from a dream, the group rushed towards the RV.

The RV started up again.

Shortly after they left, the monster's fleshy wings fluttered slightly, and it stood up unsteadily, its hands instinctively reaching for its head, only to find nothing.

Several slippery limbs extended from its neck, grasping at the air and sensing the stench of blood, before heading towards a tree behind the camp.

There lay a corpse, and a head.

……

Meanwhile, on a section of road more than ten kilometers away from Patty Camp.

A sports car stalled at an intersection.

Suren opened the car door and looked at the charred, abandoned church in front of her, the air filled with the smell of roasted meat.

"It should be around here."

Suren muttered to himself.

The road forks on either side of the church; the left side leads to the mountains and forests, while the other side stretches out into an endless wilderness.

He turned to Alessa in the passenger seat: "Could you go scout the road on the right? We can split up and be more efficient."

Aresa shook her head, a hint of self-reproach appearing on her small face hidden in the shadows: "The magnetic field here is chaotic; I can't stray too far from you."

She paused, then continued, "My dark essence is now residing within you. If I were to forcibly remove all of its power and leave, the uncontrolled energy could drag this entire area into Silent Hill."

"If it's just a wisp of dark power, it will dissipate in no time."

Suren raised an eyebrow. There was already enough trouble; he didn't want any more unexpected problems to arise.

"Okay." He nodded, no longer dwelling on it, and got back into the car. "Then let's go this way."

The sports car engine roared again, and Suren stepped on the gas, speeding off down the left-hand road.

……

"rustle--"

"Headquarters, this is Number 17. I just finished my routine patrol."

"0-3-2, we're at Opie Restaurant, would you like a coffee?"

Intermittent police communications could be heard coming from the car radio.

In the dimly lit room, Jack Taggart sat solemnly at the table, clutching an old-fashioned walkie-talkie tightly in his hand.

The orange light from the walkie-talkie flashed with the sound, illuminating his hate-filled face like that of a vengeful ghost.

Since losing his youngest son, Billy, he has been sitting in front of the radio for days.

He listened to all the frequencies, just waiting for that thing to reappear.

After listening for a while and confirming that no information had been missed, he turned the button again and changed the channel.

The yellow light came on again.

"rustle--"

"...Kevin...can anyone hear me?...We've encountered a monster..."

"Location: East Highway 9, critical situation, can anyone...?"

Jack sat bolt upright and grabbed the walkie-talkie: "226, are you still there?"

After the rustling sound, a young male voice, trembling with sobs, rang out:

"Of course I'm still here! Who are you?! Help!!"

Jack calmly asked, "Okay, listen to the kid, repeat what you just said, slowly."

Kevin: "We're stuck on East 9 now, with a campervan."

"There was a monster that killed Brad! Although we defeated it, nobody knows if it will come back to life."

Jack: "Which section of East 9? Give me a landmark."

"rustle--"

The voice on the other end suddenly disappeared.

Jack's heart leaped into his throat: "Hello?! Kid! Can you hear me?"